Douluo: Spirit Hall Senior

"What the hell is the mutated blacksmith spirit?" Huang Ying had black streaks all over her head and almost yelled, "Is this the information written by that bastard? What a goddamn blacksmith spirit. The blacksmith spirit should also be able to hold a hammer. How could it be possible to hold a flying weapon?" ax?"

He threw Yi Tian's files aside and secretly cursed the people in the Sunset City Branch Hall for their indolence.

"This kid Yi Tian's martial spirit is just like that of an opera singer and storyteller," he thought carefully, "I have to call this kid over and ask him face to face!"

Huang Ying got up and went out.

after class.

Huang Ying left Yi Tian alone: ​​"Xiaotian, now I am going to arrange a mimic slender venue for you. Tell me, what are the characteristics of your martial spirit?"

"Golden anchor!"

Yi Tian said without thinking.

"Golden anchor?" Huang Ying was stunned, "What is this?"

"That is to say, the host, similar to the commentary in the Soul Fighting Arena, the kind that explains the event to the audience!" Yi Tian said.

Huang Ying had a puzzled look on her face and cursed in her heart. It was indeed a mutated martial spirit, with all kinds of weird situations. In comparison, Yi Tian's second martial spirit seemed more normal.

"I know!" Huang Ying nodded thoughtfully, thinking about what kind of mimicry training environment to arrange for Yi Tian.

Yi Tian looked at Huang Ying and remembered the times when he obtained Wuhun skills twice.

The first time was at Draven's Honor Execution Ground.

The second time was on the battlefield where the two armies faced each other.

No matter how you look at it, the characteristics of Draven's martial spirit should not be that of an anchor;

The gold medal anchor is the skin, and the core of Draven should still be the executioner and general. You can't put the cart before the horse.

"Teacher, I remembered, my martial soul attribute should be executioner..." The executioner didn't sound good, so he quickly changed his words: "It's the executioner and the general!"

"Golden anchor? Executioner? General?" Huang Ying muttered to herself, her expression getting weirder every time she said a name.

He suddenly thought of the mutated blacksmith spirit in Yi Tian's file, and felt as if he had eaten a fly.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

"Ouch, I'm lying on the grass..." Yi Tian suddenly covered his head and jumped up, subconsciously saying his mantra.

"Teacher, why did you hit me?" He was a little confused, and his brain collapsed after eating a few things for no reason.

"You have quite a lot of martial soul characteristics. Don't give me a bad look. Tell me honestly, what are your martial soul characteristics?" Huang Ying said with a dark face.

"Anchor, executioner, general!" Yi Tian said word by word.

"Sure?"

Huang Ying expressed doubts that the multiple characteristics of Wuhun are often related to each other, but Yi Tian's three characteristics seem to be completely unrelated, and can even be said to be completely unrelated.

"Sure!"

"Okay, you can go!"

Huang Ying waved her hand.

Yi Tian left thoughtfully, cursing in his heart: "I won't go to the slaughterhouse in the next Wuhun Mimicry environment, right?"

"Does my secondary occupation have to change from blacksmith to pig butcher?" He shook his head fiercely, "If so, that would be too uncomfortable!"

However, if practicing in the slaughterhouse can be faster, then we can only grit our teeth and participate.

Under Huang Ying's organization, Zhu Zhujin, Zhang Xing, Zhao Yingjie, Su Yue, and Aier began to work together consciously.

Huang Ying had the idea of ​​integrating them into a team. After all, these were the most talented people in the class;

It was also a young genius that he carefully selected and snatched from many teachers.

As for Ike and Yan.

These two people will return to Wuhun Campus sooner or later. They already have their own soul master team in Wuhun Campus, so naturally they don't need him to make too many arrangements here.

Zhang Xing's offense is the best defense, and his brainless strategy made Huang Ying declare bankruptcy after his brain collapsed, and he began to act as a front row human shield.

Huang Ying also attaches great importance to them and believes that as long as they are given some time, their future achievements will not be much worse.

But in Huang Ying's opinion, Yi Tian still had a bright future, and his talent was too terrifying, especially since he had a second martial spirit.

If he had not died young, he would probably have become an almost invincible super titled Douluo thirty years later.

With the addition of Zhang Xing, Su Yue, Ai Er and others, Yi Tian's life has become easier.

After all, there were five more people, Huang Ying's energy was dispersed, and he would not be caught and trained hard.

As a Contra, Huang Ying is different from Yu Xiaogang's theoretical school.

From time to time, he would come off the stage to give personal guidance and teach students some issues in the use of soul power.

Therefore, several people felt pain and happiness while training.

Currently, among the college's theoretical courses, except for the very necessary course on understanding the characteristics of soul beasts, Yi has basically disappeared.

Occasionally, the elders would call someone by name. At this time, Zhu Zhujin showed off his special skills. He changed his original gentle and gentle personality and shouted loudly.

And then.

Classmate Yi will go to see Hu Liena.

Or go to the Soul Hunting Forest to practice ax catching skills.

Or go to the Pope's Palace with Hu Liena to listen to Bibi Dong's lectures.

Three years later, Wuhun City.

Not long after coming out of the bustling neighborhood, I saw a very majestic and solemn church with a towering semicircular vault, a huge white cross sword standing on it, and the windows below were very narrow.

There were already many people gathered around the square, pointing at a group of people in the center of the square, feeling quite emotional.

In the center of the square is a row of vertical holy cross swords. The holy cross swords are exactly the same as the holy swords in the hands of the seraphim statues in the main hall behind.

In the center of the square, there is a row of sturdy men tied to the row of cross holy swords. These sturdy men have green faces and fangs, exuding a strong aura, and there is a faint red light emerging from their eyes.

The people around him would bring stones, wood, saliva, etc. with them from time to time, and the sound of curses was mixed together.

"Kill these evil soul masters!" Someone spat at the top, "These bullies practice murder and have wiped out several villages in recent times!"

"It's so tragic. I saw with my own eyes that the entire village was spared no chickens or dogs, not even the babies who were waiting to be fed. They are simply inhumane!"

"I heard that they were soul masters from the law enforcement group. They disguised themselves as ordinary caravans and ran back and forth between the Star Luo Empire and the Tiandou Empire several times. They squatted for half a year before catching them!"

The crowd below was talking and making comments about the prisoner in the center of the square.

"Go away, wait for the damn Wuhun Palace, you will be destroyed, you will all be killed..." The imprisoned prisoner roared unwillingly:

"Sooner or later, Lord Blood God will drive you all to an end, leaving no trace of you in the Spirit Hall, and you will be removed from the mainland!"

……

Behind this group of burly men stood a group of members of Wuhun Palace's law enforcement team, headed by a middle-aged man wearing a broad white robe trimmed with gold.

He watched quietly as the prisoners roared and hissed, but did not speak. They were solemn and solemn. Behind him stood several clean and tidy men and women in white robes.

Next to these white-robed men, there was a young man sitting cross-legged.

The young man closed his eyes tightly and turned a deaf ear to the scene in front of him, as if he had already become accustomed to it.

Around him, there were flashes of red light, and surging soul power spurted out from his body, forming circles of ripple-like waves of soul power.